Quincentuple Your Money - The Lawrence Arms

There’s a letter at my mother’s house

It came with a folded flag

It says right now I’m coming home

In a body bag

It’s a pride and a pain that are one and the same

It’s a burning cigarette, it’s a horrible dream

There’s a man in an office who’s going through files

And a woman who watches TV

And she doesn’t get the jokes

Told by the late night talk show hosts

But for some reason she laughs anyway

There’s this soap in my bathroom

And it’s all covered in hairs

There’s this hope in my brain

And it’s all covered in prayers

There’s a girl in this town who doesn’t know I exist

There’s a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist

There’s twelve empty bottles on this table tonight

There’s four lungs on fire and four burning eyes

And something will explode

And someone will cry

And someone will run out

And never turn around

There’s a park in the city where I used to go

But now it’s covered with fences and cops and light posts

And I’d never go back even if it was the same

But it kills me to know that it’s changed

There’s these kids who have dreams

And there’s these dreams that will grow

Until they get so goddamn big

That they explode

And what’s left in the smoke and the falling debris

Is grownups like them and losers like me

And what’s left in the smoke and the falling debris

Is grownups like them and losers like me

Grownups like them and losers like me

Grownups like them and losers like me

Tonight let’s go walking down Clark Street

And look at the buildings that we’ve never seen

We’ll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor, tomorrow we’ll forget

everything

And we’ll replay these days again